Maarit leaned wearily against the trunk of a tree, watching the old healer anxiously, hoping he could save all her companions. At the same time, she was troubled by the decision she had made.
'Why did I say that? I can't take it back now. That would offend the human leader, and he might accuse me of trickery or mockery. Our village is already in a pitiful state we don't need more enemies.'
She sighed deeply and shook her head. Earlier, pressed by limited options and the short time Arthur had given her, she had spoken rashly, without enough thought, and said things she didn't truly want to.
'These humans around me are very strong. It's obvious they could wipe out our village with ease. I must ensure they don't learn its location. I'll lead them only to the goblin nest.'
While pondering her next move, she saw Thorne approaching. She stared at him for a moment and respectfully greeted him when he stood before her:
"Do you need something, Sir Thorne?"
